The man in black and gold robes stepped into the inner sanctum, his mere presence suffocating. His eyes glimmered with an eerie golden light, scanning the room with contempt, taking in the shattered remains of ancient walls and the injured Sect Leader, Yu Tianlong, who lay in a weakened state. Elder Yan and Elder Wei stood defensively in front of the wounded Sect Leader, their expressions grim as they prepared for the coming battle.
Behind them, the mysterious elder stepped forward, carrying an artifact that pulsed with golden energy. Its translucent surface shimmered like liquid sunlight, and the aura it radiated was both ancient and powerful. This was the eye of the sect's great formation, a symbol of its protection and the heart of the Thousand Myriad Pavilions' defenses.
The man in black and gold robes smirked, his eyes gleaming with malice. "That must be the eye of your formation," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. He lifted his hand, and a faint ripple of energy radiated outward as he prepared to strike. "It won't protect you for long."
Without another word, the man blurred forward, dashing toward the mysterious elder with blinding speed. He moved like a gust of wind, leaving only a faint ripple of energy in his wake. As he closed in on the mysterious elder, the artifact suddenly hummed and unleashed a burst of mysterious energy. The surge of power shot toward the man, a brilliant golden beam aiming to pierce through his defenses.Reacting swiftly, the man twisted his body, narrowly dodging the attack.
A low growl of frustration escaped the mysterious elder as he channeled more energy into the artifact. The entire inner sanctum began to hum with its power, the light intensifying. The artifact was powerful, but the man in black and gold robes was relentless.
The man in black's eyes narrowed in annoyance as he raised his hand, his Qi rippling outward. Golden metal materialized from the air, shaping itself into an enormous blade. He raised it high, channeling an overwhelming amount of power into the weapon. With a thunderous roar, he slashed down at the mysterious elder.
The artifact glowed brighter in response, releasing a shield of golden light that protected the elder from the devastating strike. The force of the impact sent shockwaves rippling through the inner sanctum, shattering the walls and sending debris flying in every direction. The ground quaked under the sheer magnitude of the attack, and the battle between Elder Yan, Elder Wei, and Elder Wu was abruptly interrupted as the shockwaves tore through the area.
"Damn it!" Elder Yan spat as he and Elder Wei struggled to maintain their balance. Their fight against the traitorous Elder Wu had been fierce, but now the entire sect seemed on the verge of collapse. The inner sanctum, once a place of sacred peace and cultivation, was rapidly being reduced to a battlefield of devastation.
The man in black and gold robes hovered above the wreckage, his eyes gleaming with amusement. The artifact had protected the elder, but it was clear to him that it couldn't do so forever. With a cruel smile, he focused his Qi, sending another pulse of energy into the golden blade, preparing for a second strike.
But as he did so, something caught his attention. A faint glow appeared on his forehead, and in that instant, he saw it—a web of Qi connections linking the sect's disciples to the earth veins and the artifact itself. His eyes widened with revelation.
"So, this is how your formation works," he muttered to himself. A cruel grin formed on his face as he turned to Elder Wu, the traitorous elder. "Send your disciples to kill the others," he ordered coldly. "Cut the formation at its root."
Elder Wu hesitated for only a moment before nodding. "Yes, my lord." He immediately gave the command to his loyal disciples, who rushed out of the inner sanctum with murderous intent, heading toward the remaining sect disciples.
The man in black and gold robes watched them leave before rising higher into the sky, his aura growing even more oppressive. With a cold smile, he raised his hand, gathering energy around His expression was one of cold satisfaction as he gathered his energy. The air grew heavy, vibrating with raw power as he unleashed another devastating wave of Qi. This time, the blast was far larger, ripping through the sanctum and tearing it apart. The ground trembled violently, and the walls of the inner sanctum buckled under the strain.
The attack ripped through the remaining inner disciples, many of whom had barely managed to survive the earlier assaults. In an instant, the majority of them were obliterated, their bodies turning to ash as the golden energy consumed them.
Yu Tianlong, still weakened from his injuries, could do nothing but watch in horror as the sect he had dedicated his life to was decimated. "No… not like this…" he muttered weakly, his voice barely audible over the chaos.
The man in black and gold robes let out a laugh, his voice echoing through the ruins of the inner sanctum. "Is this the best your so-called Thousand Myriad Pavilions can muster? Pathetic!"
Amidst the chaos, the mysterious elder made his move. He raised the artifact high, channeling his remaining strength into it. The artifact hummed with power before releasing a concentrated beam of Qi, aimed directly at the man in black and gold. The beam was blinding in its intensity, surging forward with the intent to destroy.
But the man in black and gold robes was prepared. He raised his hand, summoning a massive wall of liquid metal, infused with his own Qi. The beam struck the metal barrier, causing it to ripple like water, but it held strong. The man sneered as he blocked the attack with ease.
"Is that all you've got?" he mocked.
As the battle raged, the man released a dull, orb-like piece of golden metal. The orb began to spin rapidly, absorbing Qi from the earth veins that crisscrossed beneath the sect. The ground shook violently as the veins were drained dry, leaving the earth cracked and barren. The man's power grew exponentially as he fed on the Qi, his presence becoming even more terrifying.
With the newfound energy coursing through him, he unleashed another powerful attack. The mysterious elder, his energy nearly depleted, tried to block the assault, but the man's attack was far too powerful. The elder's defenses crumbled, and he was sent flying, crashing into the ground with a sickening thud. Blood poured from his wounds as he struggled to stand, his vision blurring.
The man in black and gold robes descended slowly, his eyes gleaming with malevolent satisfaction. He released the orb, which expanded and wrapped itself around him, donning him in a suit of dull golden metal armor. He looked like a savage battle god, his presence now utterly overwhelming.
The mysterious elder, sensing his impending doom, tried to fly away, but the man caught up to him in the blink of an eye. He slammed the elder down from the sky with a brutal strike, the force of the impact shattering the elder's spine. The elder let out a pained gasp, blood spraying from his mouth as he hit the ground.
The man in black and gold robes landed heavily beside him. He grabbed the elder's leg, dragging him back as the elder desperately tried to crawl away. With a cruel grin, the man seized the elder's arm, his grip tightening like a vice.
"You should have stayed down," the man whispered, his voice filled with sadistic glee.
With a savage jerk, the man tore the elder's body in half, spilling his guts across the shattered ground. The elder's screams were quickly silenced, his lifeless body left in a pool of blood and entrails.
The inner sanctum, once the heart of the sect, was now a graveyard, its walls drenched in blood and its disciples slaughtered.
The man in black and gold robes stood victorious, his golden armor gleaming in the fading light. He looked down at the corpses strewn about, a satisfied smile on his face. The sect had been brought to its knees, and there was nothing left to stop him.